The Seven Seas of Rhye (Queen Fanfic AU)

White Queen's Melancholy (Part 1)

"So sad, her eyes
Smiling, dark eyes
So sad her eyes
As it began"

The divided kingdoms pushed each other to the edge.
Specially the three warring kingdoms where humans thrived, searching for power, resources and technology.
Odeon, Montreal and Milton Keynes are the main warring kingdoms, in search for power over the thrones.

There is a huge white castle, surrounded by tall limestone walls.
The kingdom of Milton Keynes is isolated from the rest of the world. In fear of corrupting the people of bad deeds and deadly diseases, they secluded themselves. Over the walls are rich and thick forest in which both resources like boar and cow meat, vegetables and medicinal plants thrived. Only the high priests, barters and knights are allowed to leave its walls.
The people within the walls are naive of the dangers of the land. Milton Keynes is said to be the most peaceful among the warring kingdoms.

One autumn of the winter solstice, where the leaves were the color of sunset and the wind is carrying the chilly wind of the north ice barrens. A flock of birds were circling the outside walls and the sky was blue and the sun was high.
A small wooden basket was found. Inside of it is weeping infant. It was found unguarded in the gates of Milton Keynes.

The guards were in awe and in shock.
The vicious animals from the outskirts of Milton gathered around in the edge of the forest. A wolf huffed from a distance, a fox has seen chilling in a tree branch and birds were circling above.

And the innocent wailing infant wasn't even fazed nor hurt. The baby has snow white hair and skin pale as ice. Her full cherry red lips were shivering with cold.
The high priests took the baby to Phoebe, the old king of Milton Keynes.
Upon embracing the baby into his arms, the stark difference against his olive skin and the baby's pale skin left Phoebe breathless. Upon hearing the stories on how this baby was obtained, he do believe that the infant was left by the gods to seer over the kingdom, as old memories flashed behind his weary eyes.

"I will take this child under my wing" King Phoebe chided.

The high priests greatly objected King Phoebe's idea.

"That infant should be brought somewhere else! She might be a harbor of plague within these walls!"

One of the high priest named Sheffield objected. His voice ringed within the chamber halls. Other high priests agreed with him.

But King Phoebe glared him intently.

"How dare you speak and oppose me?
This child needs a proper shelter just like everyone of us."

The baby cooed into his arms.

"Thread lightly my leige. Your generosity might be your greatest assest but it is also your greatest weakness.
I only wish for your safety."

With that, the six high priests stormed outside leaving the king and the baby behind. A loud thud echoed within the throne room as the huge gilded door closed.

The king sat down to his cold marble throne, as memories flashed before his very eyes.
8 years ago, King Phoebe's wife, a fairy, died while giving birth. Her long flowy blond hair tangled as Phoebe caressed her sweaty forehead. He clasped her hand for support but her bright blue eyes darkened. A soft whimper was heard upon her last breath. The child was alive but the little joy left behind was soon to be engulped with doom.